Friday, May 27, 2005

Friday Finds

As promised.

From my vintage collection--Men In Aprons:
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Found in the back seat--Safe Billy:
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Found along the way:

If you have never visited Chocolate & Zucchini maybe this will inspire you--oh my!
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A nice website about a nice family and chickens: Free Range Kids
I want this apron from Lotta Jansdotter
Wonderful light sculpture by Steve Eichenberger
The Ribbon Jar
You just must go see the beautiful photography by Jinky Art

Have a long and delightful weekend.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005


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You should have heard me in Value Village today when I found this great owl fabric and it was only 99 cents!

Monday, May 23, 2005

I Suppose...

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I suppose most folks don't want to hear about the craziness of my life and the little nuances that make it uniquely mine. I get impatient. I am underappreciated. I am tired. Now, I am sick. A cold has struck me. Stuffy nose,
tired, blah. Nothing new and certainly not creative.

So here is hoping that the sun turns me on the upside.

Sunshiney Daaaayyyy

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Portland Forecast for the week---Sun. I hope that my scarey dark mood will lift when I see and feel the sun. I don't know if it is that "time-o-month" thing, that seven day mood swing (that I seem to never remember having before) but my patience level has been at an all time low lately.

I love my boy. His imagination is incredible. His desire to share all and I mean ALL of his thoughts though has been tiresome and irritating. From the moment he wakes up to the moment his head hits the pillow at night---he is talking NON-STOP. Don't get me wrong, I am with him during the first few moments that he is telling me about "The ghost trap that is going to be made of bent plastic and pieces of tape all over it and are you listening?" I am hopeful that with the sun coming I will be more sunny and feel less like a crappy mom who isn't "present" with her child. Then I depise the way that I beat myself up about it. Which just makes the whole thing worse.

What I strive for is this quote from Pablo Casals, "Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe that will never be again. And what do we teach our children? That two and two make four, and that Paris is the capital of France. We should say to each of them, Do you know what you are? You are a marvel. You are unique. In all the years that have passed, there has never been another child like you. Your legs, your arms, your clever fingers, the way you move. You may become a Shakespeare, a Michelangelo, a Beethoven. You have the capacity for anything. Yes, you are a marvel. And when you grow up, can you then harm another who is, like you, a marvel? We must all work to make the world worthy of its children."

I am a child, too. Unique. A marvel. (hmmm...)

Here comes the sun........

Friday, May 20, 2005

Friday Finds

I know that I posted about my thrift finds yesterday, however, I have found so many wonderful things that I must share. So, hopefully, each Friday I will post "Friday Finds" and maybe it will get your weekend off on the right find.


Claudine Hellmuth
Lori Joy Smith
Self-Portrait Day
Curlie Girl
Small Things

There, just a few to get you started. Happy weekend.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

My Name Is Kim...

and I am a thrift-store-a-holic.

Many thanks to Stephanie for the great lead to a new fabric and craft thrift store (all of those words together just make me full of glee!) here in Portland. I ventured to the knitt'n kitten today and purchased a few little gems. Then I was reading about Hilary's thrift fix. So having met my fix today I thought I would share what I had to squeal about today. (PS... Hilary if you see anything you like, I may be interested in trading you for those crochet patterns!)

I really have a thing for fabric that has little quaint scenes all over it and they had a couple that I just had to have

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Oh...I so love this fabric! I just wish I was adequate at the sewing machine. This will hopefully be some sort of purse/tote someday.
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And a couple more things that make me a happy little bird
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Recent sheet finds --so much fabric and so little time or knowledge...
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Off the subject a Dad sent me this cute image. It seems to fit in with the May Flowers theme.
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Wednesday, May 18, 2005


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I love this illustration by Winifred Lubell in the book "Rosalie-The Bird Market Turtle". This book is full of wonderful illustrations of Paris.

I love Paris.

It has been years since I have been there but the memory of it is right there on the tip of my mind. The streets. The early evening sky like black/blue velvet. Baguette, cheese, and wine. A December chill. New Year's Eve under the Eiffel Tower. Running for the last train on the Metro. Shouts of "bonne année!" until the wee hours of the morning. Warm crepes. Anyway...this illustration just took me back.

shhhhh....did you happen to catch the Strawberry Lady's apron?

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Aprons, Part III

Okay. For those of you who know me, I bet you didn't realize that I also collect old scrapbooks that are full of great clippings and vintage items. Anyway, I just happened to thumb through one of them yesterday and I found these cute little apron pattern clippings. So I thought I would share just a few of them with you. I promise I will get off my apron kick soon. One more have to go visit Amy at Angry Chicken today...I am swooning.

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Monday, May 16, 2005

Aprons, Part II

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I just recently sorted through my huge collection of vintage photographs and found many images of women in their aprons. I especially love this photo. The look in her tired eyes. The wee bit of a smile, that to me speaks volumes. Is she posing a little? The way she is holding her one hand speaks of grace and craftiness. Okay maybe I am going a bit overboard, but that is exactly why I love vintage photos. Moments captured. The stories. They all say something.

And that apron!

Saturday, May 14, 2005


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I was originally going to title this blog, "Rollerskates and an Apron" and I may still do that. As I realize that I have never worn a tutu and frankly my dream attire would be well worn 501's, a black t-shirt and a colorful apron. So the title of this blog will probably change real soon. Afterall, as a part-time working mom all I really need are rollerskates and an apron.

Anyway. I have recently been in contact with the Apron Chronicles folks and I am trying to get their wonderful traveling exhibition here in Portland. I know that there are plenty of fellow crafters that would be interested so I will keep you posted.

More apron places to visit (because there can never be enough):

Jessie Steele makes my mouth water.

Domestique makes you realize that you can wear an apron for any occasion. While there take a look at these.

Take a look at the glorious Amy Butler. Warning--one could spend hours on her website. It is full of gorgeous fabrics, patterns, and photos of her studio.

Utility Canvas

Thursday, May 12, 2005


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I am so happy to announce that you can take a look at my hats at this really terrific on-line store ~Copacetique~. The folks there (especially Janice) are fabulous to deal with and they make my hats look and sound so yummy. When you stop by make sure you take a look at the wonderful descriptions that were written for each hat. Don't forget to take a look around their really wonderful shoppe, they have some delightful things. A fab job! Thanks so much Copacetique.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Illustrated by...

I adore vintage children's books and am especially fond of terrific illustrators. I happened to stumble upon a copy of Robert Louis Stevenson's "A Child's Garden of Verses." This particular copy is illustrated by Gyo Fujikawa.

Just feast your eyes on these yummy illustrations:
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Gyo Fujikawa died in 1998 and was the author and/or illustrator of many children's books. If you ever get your hands on one you will be pleased, I assure you.

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Mother's Day Proclamation


Mothers' Day Proclamation: Julia Ward Howe, Boston, 1870

Mother's Day was originally started after the Civil War, as a protest to the carnage of that war, by women who had lost their sons. Here is the original Mother's Day Proclamation from 1870:

Arise, then, women of this day! Arise all women who have hearts,
whether our baptism be that of water or of tears!

Say firmly: "We will not have great questions decided by
irrelevant agencies. Our husbands shall not come to us, reeking
with carnage, for caresses and applause. Our sons shall not be
taken from us to unlearn all that we have been able to teach
them of charity, mercy and patience.

We women of one country will be too tender of those of another
country to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs. From
the bosom of the devastated earth a voice goes up with our own.
It says "Disarm, Disarm!" The sword of murder is not the balance
of justice.

Blood does not wipe our dishonor nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plow and the anvil at the summons
of war, let women now leave all that may be left of home for a
great and earnest day of counsel. Let them meet first, as women,
to bewail and commemorate the dead.

Let them then solemnly take counsel with each other as to the
means whereby the great human family can live in peace, each
bearing after their own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar,
but of God.

In the name of womanhood and of humanity, I earnestly ask that a
general congress of women without limit of nationality may be
appointed and held at some place deemed most convenient and at
the earliest period consistent with its objects, to promote the
alliance of the different nationalities, the amicable settlement
of international questions, the great and general interests of

Julia Ward Howe

Happy Mothers Day.

Found Art

I love found pieces of anything. Notes laying in a parking lot, sketches done by hopeful artists, trying out a new pen at Art Media, diary entries and I especially love it if the items are tiny.

At the bottom of a box full of vintage photographs I found this lovely piece of found art. Image hosted by
It measures 7" x 1".

On the back, in strange juxtaposition is this image:
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Makes me wonder.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

T-Ball Lessons

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Monday night was Christopher's first T-ball game. How fun it is to watch children pretend to be competitive. I am not a huge fan of competitive sports at all and really could care less about who wins what. There are so many more important things in life. But Christopher and his Dad like baseball. Or rather Christopher likes baseball because his dad does. If his dad was a drummer he would probably enjoy drumming, too. All those things that I have been trying not to do (i.e. avoiding the use of "Good Job!" for one) have gone out the window. I am so aware of when I say it that at least I am aware of my awareness. But I can't stop saying it. Each child swings and hits and almost every parent screams out "Good Job!".

At tonight's game I did my best to just be "watching" Christopher enjoy himself without the added commentary. Yes, he likes to sit on the dirt in the field. Yes, he likes to look at the clouds overhead. Yes, he would rather hug a teammate then to listen to his coach. Yes, he has to be told by the coaches "Pay attention Christopher." Yes. Yes. Yes. When the game was over I walked up to him and said, "Good Job!" Gee whiz.

Sunday, May 01, 2005

Fab Finds

I have noticed that a lot folks enjoy pointing out great finds. A "find" for me is really a moment of reverence. Seeing, tasting, hearing, and touching something that just makes you go "ahhhhh". Makes you silly happy. Makes you feel as though all is right with the world, for just a moment. So without further ado I give you a small selection of recent finds:

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Chantico..... Oh my this is like drinking the best melted chocolate right out of a cup. As you can see it is like a drug. Christopher and I enjoyed the tiny cups of pure, rich, decadent chocolate while on a family volkswalk a couple of weekends ago. All of us walked from Pacesetters on Woodstock to the Old Church by Oaks Park and then back again. A total of 6.2 miles. A long way for Christopher's five-year-old legs, but he did great. A really wonderful way to spend a Sunday morning. Besides, look at what else we found on the walk:

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The Portland Memorial and Mausoleum, located at 14th and Bybee, is astounding. With more than 58,000 "residents" and room for another 120,000, it is overwhelming. If you have never been there, you must. This stained glass over-head dome is Tiffany and it is stunning as you walk into the entrance. You can walk 7 miles within the 7 floors of the memorial and you have never seen so much marble. It is a place where you want to be quiet but just the sound of your shoes or a little sniffle echoes throughout.

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A little further on our walk, on Sellwood Blvd, overlooking Oaks Park, this simply perfect sign. Someone had whitewashed over the "No Dumping by City Ordinance" sign and created this gem. Thank you.

A few thrift finds:
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Scoring at any thrift store doesn't happen for me very often at all. But Value Village was a treasure trove recently. I love vintage floral fabrics and linens. So how happy I was to find hidden amongst vintage Star Wars pillowcases, these little delightful things. A pot holder and cute glass to boot! I have no clue what I will ever do with all the fabrics I have collected throughout the years. It all just makes me silly happy and that is good enough for now.

Oh and if you haven't read it already, you just must read Plan B~Further Thoughts on Faith by Anne Lamott.